Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

The entire Li's Antique Shop fell into an instant silence.

The remaining three men froze on the spot. The tall, injured man, clutching his bleeding shoulder, stumbled and fell outside the door, then scrambled away.

Another one also ran backwards.

Old Li didn't dare to breathe loudly, fearing that Song Xianglan would stab him with the knife.

"Chen Zui, come here." Song Xianglan grinned.

That smile, coupled with the blood dripping from the knife, exuded a chilling eeriness that sent shivers down one's spine.

Chen Zui strolled over from the corner and stood behind Song Xianglan.

"What are you afraid of? I've said I'm licensed to work. I'm a legally licensed mentally ill person." Song Xianglan's gaze swept over the remaining three men. "Even if I smash this shop to pieces today, I'll be fine. I have no legal capacity."

She patted Old Man Li's thin face with her left hand.

"Old man. We're about the same age. I have my license, the law is on my side. Even if things go wrong, I can always go back to the mental hospital for free meals. Anyway, the director there can't beat me."

"I'll deal with you guys after I get out."

Xianglan tilted her head and looked at Old Man Li, her eyes becoming blank. "I misspoke earlier. I shouldn't have smashed the shop. I should have just stabbed you, you old bastard, in the neck and left a tiny hole the size of a fingernail."

Old Li's legs were shaking like a leaf.

He pleaded for mercy repeatedly, his voice rapid and labored, like a broken bellows. "No, please don't act impulsively. Even though you have a license, you can't just kill someone like that."

"Sister, it doesn't need to be 200,000. Just pay 180,000 on behalf of your son, and we'll pretend this never happened. Can I give him a discount?"

"180,000?"

Song Xianglan tightened her grip on the knife handle, pressing the blade down half an inch.

A thin red line immediately appeared on Old Man Li's neck, from which a few beads of blood seeped out.

"Help! Murder!" Old Man Li screamed hoarsely.

Of the remaining three men, the fat man with a face full of scars saw that his boss was being controlled, turned around and pulled out a half-meter-long solid iron rod from under the counter, glaring at Song Xianglan with gritted teeth.

"Put down the knife. Or I'll kill your son."

Chen, with his sharp eyes, pointed at the fat man and shouted, "Hey you with the stick! Throw away the iron rod, hurry up and throw it over here!"

The fat man, gripping an iron rod, chased after Chen Zui.

"Chen Zui, smash it with the porcelain!"

After Song Xianglan finished speaking, she didn't even glance at the fat man before applying force to her wrist again.

The boning knife went a little deeper.

Blood beads coalesced into a thin line, flowing down Old Man Li's neck and into his collar.

Chen Zui threw the first porcelain bottle at the fat man, but he dodged it. The second one hit him.

The other two men also chased after Chen Zui.

He scrambled and crawled inside the counter, pulled out a stick, and confronted them.

Old Mrs. Li cried out loudly:

"Don't move. Don't move."

Everyone quieted down again.

Song Xianglan looked at the blood flowing down Old Man Li's neck.

His laughter was so creepy.

"Smelling this reminds me of how I stabbed a black-haired pig in the same way back then." Song Xianglan's voice was light and airy, with a morbid excitement. "That pig tried to fight back. In the end, I stabbed it in the neck with a wound the size of a fingernail. It bled for a whole day and night before it died."

She brought her face close to Old Man Li's ear and whispered:

"I just love watching bloodshed. That hospital director insisted I was crazy to like it. Old man, do you like the smell of fresh blood?"

Old Li's eyes rolled back, and he was completely stunned.

I don't even dare to faint, even if I want to.

This old woman has some nerve; she's definitely a licensed lunatic.

If you're sick, stay in the hospital. Why are you out scaring people?

Over the years he's run a shop on the antique street, how many fools has he swindled with his porcelain bowls and jade bracelets?

Every time, they made a fortune.

They've never made a mistake.

I thought I'd caught a big fat pig today.

This kid is rich but stupid, and I'm worth millions.

Extorting 200,000 yuan is just a treat.

But he never dreamed of this.

He spent all day hunting geese, only to have his eyes pecked out by sparrows.

This old woman is hardly a wealthy lady.

This is clearly a crazy woman who just escaped from a slaughterhouse, and she even has a license.

"A living Bodhisattva! Grandma!" Old Man Li choked up.

He cried loudly:

"I don't want money. I don't want a single penny. Please take the knife away. I have an elderly mother in her eighties and an eight-year-old grandson. I really don't want to die. My son is a freeloader; life is so hard."

Song Xianglan looked at Old Man Li, who looked like a dead dog.

A mocking glint flashed in his eyes.

"So, if an antique bowl from the Chenghua era is broken, you don't have to pay for it?"

"No need for compensation." Old Man Li liked money, but he liked living even more.

"Alright. Since we don't owe you any money, we're leaving now." Song Xianglan wiped the blood off Old Man Li's clothes with the boning knife.

"Your two idiots who couldn't handle me ran away? These three are even sillier, with boils on their shoulders. What's the use of being tall to intimidate people?" Song Xianglan said, pointing at the fat man. "Did you think I came alone?"

"If you make a move, someone will come and demolish the shop immediately."

"My son is a bit slow, but he's good at making money. From now on, tell everyone on this street to keep their eyes peeled and not to ask for any good deals. I just bought a good item and I'm looking to sell it to someone."

She picked up the basket next to the counter.

"I have some rare antiques in this basket. Old man, would you like to take a look?"

Old Man Li was stunned.

He had intended to get rid of this plague, but upon hearing the words "rare antique," his greed surged uncontrollably.

If what this madman says is true.

Any one of these items could buy several houses.

If we could get our hands on it, we could make a fortune by reselling it.

"Big sister, do you really have some good stuff left by the principal?" Old Li looked at the bamboo basket warily.

"That old man this morning said he personally kept them. An ancient painting and a piece of porcelain. I spent a lot of money plus a knife to get him to sell them to me." Song Xianglan lifted the corner of the cloth covering the basket.

The edges of the scroll and the tricolor porcelain were exposed.

Old Li's eyes widened.

Judging from the packaging, it was extremely unrefined.

"Ahem. Sister, if you trust me, show it to me and I'll take a look. If it's the right item, the price is negotiable." Old Li swallowed. "I know a lot of wealthy people; they have connections to sell."

"This is priceless. What if you insist that I broke your table and take it as collateral to pay off your debt?" Song Xianglan covered it with the cloth.

Old Li's face turned completely red.

"Sister, I'll get your appraisal done for free. I definitely won't rip you off."

Song Xianglan pretended to hesitate.

Chen Zui stepped forward and grabbed her, "Mom, don't let him see it. Let's go to the big store up ahead."

"Wait! That shop up ahead is a rip-off." Old Li blocked their way. "Show me what you have. We've become friends through this little misunderstanding."

Old Li was very sincere.

"I was the one who got beaten up."

Song Xianglan sighed and walked to the counter.

Old Man Li had someone lay out a velvet cloth.

Song Xianglan put on gloves and took out the scroll and Tang tri-color pottery.

Old Li took out a magnifying glass and examined it for a full ten minutes.

I straightened up and gasped.

Exquisite!

He then told the fat man to call the owner of the shop in front over. Before the little old man with the goatee could even laugh at Old Man Li's injured face, he was also drawn to the painting on the table.

He examined it carefully with reverence. "My God, this is Qiu Ying's 'Spring Morning in the Han Palace' from the Ming Dynasty. I heard there are two versions, so is the one in the Forbidden City across the river really a copy?"

"Using the scattered perspective method, he painted the beautiful scenery of the palace garden in spring. Qiu Ying also used a timeless mix of styles, with gorgeous costumes for the figures and Ming Dynasty-style architecture and furniture."

Goatbeard gave Old Man Li a wink.

He then changed the subject.

"However, there is a flaw here; this is not an original work by Qiu Ying of the Ming Dynasty. It looks like a copy."

Song Xianglan stepped forward and spat.

"You old, rotten codger, your life is so dull, why do you, an old toad, have to comment on humanity?"

I have claustrophobia and can't be near Old Biden. He just spews nonsense like he's drunk a suppository. If he dares to say it's a fake painting, get out of here! I'll beat your face to a pulp, Old Biden.

"Blind and incompetent. From now on, hang a sign saying 'Blind Man' outside your shop."

The goatee was panting from being scolded.

Looking at Old Man Li's cowardly appearance, it was clear that the old man had suffered a loss at Song Xianglan's hands.

Old Li muttered under his breath, "Foolish, rich, and with a certificate. A mental illness certificate. This woman makes money as soon as she enters the stock market."

Goatbeard: ...

This is outrageous.

Even a lunatic can make money, so how come he lost everything in the stock market?

"How much are you willing to pay for this?" Old Li asked, rubbing his hands together.

Song Xianglan held up one finger.

"One million?" Old Man Li gasped.

"One million? Are you trying to fob me off? It's at least three million. Not a penny less." Song Xianglan sneered.

Three million.

Old Man Li pondered for a moment.

It'll fetch at least ten million when you resell it. This is a worthwhile deal.

"One and a half million." Old Man Li gritted his teeth.

"Get lost. I can give you 1.5 million for Tang Sancai." Song Xianglan began to roll up the scroll.

"Big sister, two million. Give me three days." Old man Li pressed hard on one end of the scroll. "I'll give you a deposit of five hundred thousand first."

Goatbeard was afraid he wouldn't get a share.

Say it quickly:

"Two million. You won't get a high price for it anywhere else, so you might as well sell it to us. We Chinese don't cheat Chinese people."